Chapter 62 You've even tasted the grass...

Jiang Meng didn't dare to look directly at him; only staring into his eyes felt safe.

She simply looked at his face, her hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, gently slid down until it touched his abdominal muscles. She wanted to feel it, but fearing she might go too far, she quickly withdrew.

Chen Jizhou was amused by her little probing gestures: "Afraid of scaring me?"

His hair was slightly damp, making his eyes appear moist, as if they had been washed, less clear than usual, and with a hint of desire, very deep: "How about today?"

Jiang Meng: "Sure."

"Fine, if you don't want to look, then just go ahead and—"

She covered his mouth and said, "Don't say anything, turn off the light."

"Um."

Chen Jizhou raised his hand and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

"Shall we cover ourselves with the blanket?"

"good."

"Chen Jizhou, I can hear your heartbeat."

"Is there?"

"Just kidding, did your heart race?"

"Yes, a little."

"Just a little?"

"It'll be quick—don't be so nervous."

"Oh, your fingers are so cold."

"It's because you're too hot."

"Oh, have you brought it?"

"I can't see clearly, could you turn on the light?"

"fool."

"alright."

"Don't hesitate."

"I'm afraid you'll be in pain."

"It doesn't hurt, it feels good."

"Wait a moment.

"Wait...this isn't good..."

"I can't take it! It hurts so much! Don't move! I'm going to die! Get out of here! I give up! How can you be so big?! It really hurts!! I don't want to do it anymore! I don't want to do it anymore!!"

"..."

"Okay, okay, let's keep our distance for now. What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"..."

Why aren't you saying anything?

"She's deaf."

………………

The lights were turned on again.

Jiang Meng, wrapped in the blanket, slowly moved to the edge of the bed, looked at the person sitting on the bed playing on their phone, and gave them a silly smile.

Chen Jizhou's voice was deep and weak: "You should rest for a while."

"I'm not tired."

"Then let me rest for a while, my ears are tired."

Was I just being loud?

"Like slaughtering a pig."

"oh."

He remained silent for a moment.

"Am I that pig?"

"You are that pig."

"oh."

Jiang Meng wasn't angry. She smiled a little embarrassedly and pointed to his phone: "Look up how to make yourself feel better."

"Searching."

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Jizhou noticed Jiang Meng's intense gaze. He glanced at her, puzzled, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I call this an auntie's smile."

He studied it roughly, a slight smile appeared on his face, then he put down his phone and kissed her cheek: "Let me give you a kiss first, okay?"

Jiang Meng blushed and said, "Oh, okay."

-

After working on it until late at night, the first battle was a success.

Jiang Meng took a nap.

Chen Jizhou wasn't asleep. He glanced at the time; it was only a little past ten. He got up quietly, still naked. His bathrobe had fallen to the floor, and he didn't want to wear it anymore, so he grabbed a pair of shorts and put them on. He then went to the refrigerator, grabbed a can of ice-cold beer, and sat in the living room to watch a football game on TV for a while. Afraid of waking her, he watched it with Bluetooth headphones.

He glanced at his phone and saw a message his mother had sent him half an hour ago, its tone cold: "Call back when you see this."

Chen Jizhou called back and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"When are you coming back? Mr. Xu's daughter would like to have dinner with you."

"Which Mr. Xu?"

Wang Qi gave a company name, and Chen Jizhou, holding his phone, leaned back on the sofa, a little annoyed. "I don't know it."

"You'll get to know each other once you meet, won't you? You can't keep acting so carefree."

Chen Jizhou found it quite amusing. Although his family knew what he was thinking, they basically didn't respect his wishes and were still focused on arranging marriages for him. He was just too charming; it was a joke that everyone loved him, but it was true that nine out of ten girls who met him were satisfied with him. They might not like him, but they were at least satisfied. He often wondered if he had the qualities of a husband. Several times, when he was really at his wit's end, he had his mother use sexual dysfunction as an excuse, and he even received feedback like she didn't mind. Chen Jizhou was so bothered by her that he stopped eating with his family as often. He even declared that he wouldn't get married and would live a carefree life until he was at least fifty, which made his mother so angry that she searched the whole house for a feather duster.

Now that he's at ease and doesn't need to make up any excuses, he openly says, "Stop playing matchmaker, I'm married."

Wang Qi was stunned for a moment, then raised her voice: "Are you looking for death, Chen Jizhou? Are you talking nonsense again?"

Chen Jizhou laughed: "It's just finding a wife, why are you making such a fuss? I'm perfectly clear-headed."

Judging from his tone, which didn't sound like a joke, Wang Qi cautiously asked, "Who did you marry?"

"Jiang Meng".

There was another long silence on the other end: "Really? You're that capable?"

Chen Jizhou's smile widened, and after a moment he said, "It's fake."

However, he said seriously, "Next year, I'll make some preparations. Don't introduce me to anyone, she'll find it annoying."

As he spoke, Chen Jizhou suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, go and try to build a relationship with Teacher Ye, play cards with her, and say a few good things about me."

Wang Qi said coldly, "I have nothing good to say about you."

Chen Jizhou laughed helplessly, his voice drawn out and pleading, "Don't be like that, Mom, I have no backup."

Wang Qi laughed: "What can I do if they really don't like you?"

Chen Jizhou, in a fit of despair, said, "I have no choice but to elope with her."

Just as I hung up the phone, the door in my peripheral vision opened.

When Jiang Meng came out, she saw him lounging comfortably on the sofa, one hand behind his head, the other holding a bottle of beer. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only pants, which were probably empty underneath. His hair was a little messy; because it was very soft, two strands would stick up, but it looked cute. In the warm light of the wall lamp, his beautiful body curves, which had been pressed tightly against her not long ago, were visible. Seeing Jiang Meng come out, Chen Jizhou, who was drinking from a soda can, glanced over the rim and raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Meng still remembers the first time Yan Yuqing met Chen Jizhou, she described him as having a striking appearance without needing to dress up.

He's still so handsome even when he's completely naked.

Her pretty face was pressed against the door frame, lost in thought.

Her soft cheeks were squeezed out of shape, and her sleepy eyes blinked slowly twice.

Chen Jizhou took off his headphones from watching the game: "Did I wake you up?"

Jiang Meng leaned against the door frame and said, "No, I woke up naturally."

After saying that, she went inside and found a blanket to put on.

After a while, he came out again, and Jiang Meng squeezed down next to him, hugging him: "Yes!"

He looked down at her: "What?"

"I finally slept with my boyfriend, and he's a real powerhouse!"

Seeing her beaming smile, Chen Jizhou smiled too.

"So happy?" He pinched her cheek. "Why don't you take a megaphone downstairs and shout it out, so your boyfriend can feel even more proud?"

"That won't do, I'm afraid you'll get too proud. This advantage is something only I can know about."

Chen Jizhou gently stroked her hair and teased, "You've tasted all the wild grass, Jiang Meng, you're quite the lucky one."

She wanted to call him shameless, but considering his earlier behavior was actually quite acceptable, she tolerated it. Jiang Meng asked him to turn on the TV, and she nestled comfortably in his arms to watch the soccer game together. Amidst the commentary and cheers for goals, Chen Jizhou heard a confused voice beside him: "Why did you used to think I didn't like you?"

Chen Jizhou was silent for a moment, recalling: "You said that, didn't you?"

"Is there?"

"You told Zhao Yuanting."

"Huh?" Jiang Meng looked at him, puzzled. "What did I say to her?"

She certainly didn't know he was eavesdropping, and since it's been so long since their casual conversation, she naturally wouldn't remember it.

Chen Jizhou didn't really remember the cause and effect or the specific details. "You mean, friends are friends, they can't be lovers, that's probably what you meant."

Jiang Meng immediately said, "I apologize to you."

"Don't be so formal," Chen Jizhou said with a smile, gently patting her head. "You're not allowed to apologize to me anymore. If you want to say sorry, just say I love you."

Jiang Meng smiled at him, but didn't stop secretly touching his muscles.

"Then I want to ask you another question: Have you ever thought about not liking me anymore?"

Chen Jizhou replied without hesitation, "I haven't thought about it."

Then he explained, "It's not that I haven't thought about giving up on you, it's that I haven't thought about this issue."

He looked at her momentarily stunned expression and continued solemnly and sincerely, "You are a part of me, and love is a part of me. How could I abandon a part of myself? How could I tire of a part of myself?"

"I've never thought about stopping liking you. Because I know I won't change."

Jiang Meng looked at him, and then wondered which time and space he was seeing in those eyes.

It remains unchanged, clear and radiant.

Chen Jizhou has always been taciturn in his attitude towards her, his actions outweighing his words, and his silent devotion outweighs his insatiable affection.

Unexpectedly, he can be so charming and captivating when he speaks sweet words.

Jiang Meng recalled that a few days ago, after Jiang Su finished talking to her about Chen Jizhou, he said something like, "Perhaps the ability to love is a kind of talent. Some people are born with it, and some people can't train it later."

These words left a deep impression on Jiang Meng. She wondered if her father felt any shame or remorse. Perhaps it was precisely because he lacked such skills that the women around him kept coming and going, and he couldn't hold onto them.

The right people will be destined to be together, becoming a bone, a piece of flesh, blood, and a heart.

Jiang Meng kissed him: "It seems like I haven't said it to your face yet, I love you."

Chen Jizhou chuckled and said in a cocky tone, "I know."

"Then you should say it too, don't just say 'I know, I know'."

"I won't say it, I'm stubborn."

Jiang Meng stared at him in astonishment. Chen Jizhou looked smug, his eyes crinkling with laughter. Jiang Meng was furious, her hair practically steaming: "Do you always go against your aunt at home?"

Chen Jizhou said lazily, "Yeah, I always go against her no matter where I am, and she still calls to criticize me every now and then."

Jiang Meng muttered, then leaned back against him: "I hate you."

Chen Jizhou was concerned about: "Does it still hurt?"

"A little bit."

"It'll be better next time."

"You bastard, you think you can do it again?"